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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Devri Walls is the best-selling author of six YA fantasy novels. She is a theater
major with a flare for the dramatic and wishes more than anything for a magic
wand. Devri is from Boise Idaho where she lives with her husband, two kids and
the cutest mutt of a dog the world has ever seen. When she’s not writing she
can be found teaching voice lessons, trying to resist the urge to sell her two
beautiful children to the circus, and cooking. Because…. food. Mmmmmmm.

"Six years ago, Grey Malteer was attacked by creatures he thought couldn’t possibly
exist. They repeated a word, calling him a name he’d never heard
before…Venator. Since then, his life has been a hellhole of secrecy—hiding old
pain alongside strange new abilities.

Rune Jenkins has an itch, as she calls it, but it’s more than that. It’s an anger
that builds up like the inside of a boiler whenever she’s around anything
remotely supernatural. The pressure is growing steadily worse and she can’t
understand why. All she knows is—her control is slipping.

By order of an unknown council Grey and Rune are pulled through a portal in the
St. Louis arch, landing them in an alternate dimension where creatures of myth
and legend exist. A realm that calls them, Venators.

Made up of centuries old fae, vampires, werewolves, elves and succubi the council’s
corrupt nature becomes obvious as they seek to wield the newly returned
Venators as weapons. Wedged in an impossible position, Grey and Rune must
decide their fate—do they go against the council’s wishes and help the
innocents of this unforgiving land, or face the possibility of execution by the
council."

Ryker’s snoring had
grown to a delightful combination of a gravel truck and a freight train. The
internal resentment she always felt was growing, and the irritating sound fed
everything that bothered her—like an infection spreading from one cell to the next.
It had been building for years, but tonight it finally hit critical mass.

Rune jerked to her feet,
driven by a need to do something, and moved to the window.

She loved her brother
but damn it, she hated him too. What could possibly have been so horrible that
it was worth sacrificing not only his life, but hers too? Surely he knew that’s
what he’d done. How could he not see that she’d given up everything because of
him?

Her life consisted of
two things: chasing after Ryker to make sure he didn’t kill himself, and making
sure she pulled the grades and sunk the shots to make mom proud. A Herculean
effort. And futile.

What about what she
wanted? Didn’t that matter to anyone?

A sob escaped and she
wrapped her arms around herself. Did she even know what she wanted? There was a
time when she’d enjoyed drawing. Creating images of vampires and demons had made
the itch stop after her and Ryker’s games ceased. But the pictures had turned
so dark they’d scared her mother, so Rune had let it go.

She also loved to teach
and had thought about being a coach. According to her parents, “teachers didn’t
make enough money,” so teaching was therefore unacceptable. Because nothing
made you so happy as a house full of expensive items you didn’t need.

Fury and resentment
kindled within, directed both at her parents and her drunken fool of a brother.
Past history and overflowing stores of anger provided ample amounts of dry
tinder, and her emotions rose violently, flaming to an unbearably hot inferno. She
shook with sobs that her unconscious brother wouldn’t hear. Years of
self-sacrifice ran down her cheeks in crystal streams and then…something
snapped inside.

An odd calm wrapped her
in its embrace, followed by a clear knowledge of what would stop the pain. She
let out a slow breath and straightened, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

She was done.

Screw Ryker. Screw her
parents. They could figure out life without controlling hers.

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